Type O Negative - The Profits Of Doom lyrics

Goodbye cruel world... Of this shape, a star of five Also applies to the one with six sides Against the sun and against the moon I warn you that these two combined Will bring man's doom Of ten horns and seven heads Count your fingers and the continents On your head or in your right hand This new moral code that the media commands Believe not in their clever words Because faith enacted are the loudest heard All these things I say are true Understood sadly by a chosen few...you April 2-0-2-9, the final time The end, my friend, in not near the hour, in fact is quite here When the moon becomes red to guide the living dead This means God's turned his back on you It's a Friday the 13th, of course you won't live to see noon I am a prophet of doom I am the profit of doom So now the star has fallen, washing away the seas The seventh seal's now opened, it's raining your fears Are you paranoid The coming asteroid has got your name tattooed on it This stone's called Apophis, it brings Apocalypse I am a prophet of doom I am the profit of doom Speak the name of He created thee all to be Which should not be spoken No laws broken Now life and love, the stars above Which fall upon thee all that worship the beast Influence ceased My soul's on fire My faith is an ember, burning ever Working towards a greater reward Serving my lord Built his home upon the rock Not of the flock, but coming as a shepherd Guarding his herd My soul's on fire